Reality Rules

Well, yes, it has been six months since I posted anything. I sort of stepped away from everything for those few months and took a deep breath. I have heard from so many of you asking if all was well and this note is to assure you that it is. I sometimes feel I have something to say of interest and then sometimes I don’t. It seems that the happenings of the days are more intriguing than anything I might add to them. I have to slap myself often anymore to be sure I’m even reading the news right. For instance:

#1- Did I just hear the POTUS say the N-word on national radio and TV? I think I did. This is something I would never have dreamed would happen in this millennium. That is a fighting word to most and a word of endearment and friendship to others. My hope and prayer is that any young folk who hear it will understand who can and who can’t use it. I was taught not to use it at all and that, I think, is the safest and most respectful route to go.

#2 – Is that the same Bruce Jenner who won the Gold Medal in the Decathlon event in the 1976 Summer Olympics in Montreal? The same father of six who published a Father’s Day picture with his family dressed in a flowing gown and red locks to his shoulders? Okay then. Now I’ve got it. And now you know why I haven’t been writing more fiction. I just can’t compete with what’s happening out there in actual life. My imagination has been topped by reality.

#3- Sean “Puff Daddy” “Diddy” “P Diddy” Combs has been arrested. It seems he attacked a University of California football coach with a deadly weapon. You see the coach was yelling at his son and that is something that football coaches never do to football players. They never raise their voices. They always quietly ask, “Would you mind running that play again until you get it right, please? Thank you very much.” So Diddy took offense and ……what? What was the deadly weapon? No, it wasn’t a gun or a knife. No, it wasn’t a bow and arrow. It was a kettlebell. A KETTLEBELL!! Col. Mustard in the kitchen with a rope? No, P Diddy on the 50 yard line with a kettlebell. Did I just say I’m not writing fiction because I can’t keep up with reality? Well, if I didn’t, I meant to.

I promise to write more often as soon as my head quits spinning.
God bless and have a great summer!